Locked for Life 27 - One Year Locked 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Smack!

Jason’s hand bounced off my ass, leaving behind a mild stinging sensation. “Come on, my little cumslut. It’s time for a shower.”

He led the way, his massive cock swinging between his legs with every step. I followed, my tiny dick locked up tight. I had two tally marks on my ass still, matching the two loads of cum he had just pumped inside me. Once we were in the bathroom, Jason pulled open the shower curtain and gestured for me to enter. “After you,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied cheerfully. I stepped in, excited for a chance to shower with my fiancé, but also nervous. Where exactly was he going with this? Surely there would be some sort of angle. A twist. Because with Jason, a shower was never just a shower.

My fiancé hopped in behind me, then slid the curtain shut. “Grant, would you be a dear and turn the water on for us?”

“Sure,” I replied. I reached for the faucet, but he stopped me.

“Not so fast,” he said. “Stand under it before you turn the water on. How else will I know when it’s warm?”

And there it was. “Do I have to?” I asked timidly.

Jason smirked. “I think you already know the answer.”

I nodded. I took another step, now standing directly under the shower head. Then with a deep breath, I turned the water on.

“AH! COLD! SO COLD!” My whole body tensed up, shocked from the sudden temperature change. If the coffee didn’t wake me up, the water certainly did.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. He grabbed his cock and idly stroked it while we both waited for the water to warm up. He was still soft; it was only a few minutes ago that I rode him to completion. Even still, it was an incredible turn on to see him standing there, watching me freeze my ass off, getting pleasure out of my predicament.

The shocking cold only lasted another thirty seconds before it started to warm up. “Ahhh,” I sighed. “Much better.”

“Good. In that case, let’s swap.”

I bit my lower lip, then reluctantly swapped places with him. I wanted to stay a bit longer, but obeying Jason was always my priority. His dick brushed against my cage as he stepped past me, causing me to blush slightly. I just couldn’t believe how big he was. And how small I was by comparison.

Jason stood under the hot water, letting it roll off his naked body as he ran his hands through his hair. But my eyes were set on his cock. I couldn’t help but stare at it, and I found myself longing for it to be inside me again.

“LIke what you see?” Jason asked. He must have caught me staring, because he grabbed it again and shook it playfully. Seeing the size of it, the way it flopped when he shook it, the way the water streamed off it… he had my mouth watering and my hole aching.

“Yes,” I admitted sheepishly.

Jason smirked. He started stroking himself again, and to my surprise he was actually growing hard. It wasn’t as immediate as usual, but I could tell. “Grant,” he said. “Do you know why I locked you up?”

I felt my heart drop into my stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you know why I decided you shouldn’t be allowed to cum anymore? Why I thought you should be permanently restricted to that cage?”

I shook my head.

He reached forward and grabbed me by the balls. I gasped at his touch, gentle and warm. “You like it, don’t you? The constant pressure. Always horny, always desperate. Always so willing to serve.”

“I do,” I confessed.

“I knew you would. You’ve always been like that, even without the cage. That’s why I did it. So you could be free of all the distractions and be your truest self. The real Grant. Horny, submissive, and depraved. I did you a favor. One you couldn’t do for yourself.”

I stared back at him, my mouth open slightly. My dick was straining in its cage, harder than it ever had before. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding in my chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Jason tugged on my balls, pulling me into him. I stumbled forward, straight into a kiss.

His lips met mine. His tongue pushed further, parting my lips and delving deeper. I was completely at his mercy. Next thing I knew, Jason was spinning me towards the wall. He pressed me against it, pinning me there as we passionately made out under the hot water.

Steam filled the shower. Hands were exploring. Mine went to his cock, fully hard, ready for another go. His one hand was still holding my balls, but not to cause pain. It was about control. He owned my dick, and this was how he showed it. His other hand was on my neck, gently touching me. I felt so vulnerable. He caressed my chin, then grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

“Time for round three,” he whispered. I flinched as he pushed me against the cold wall, its temperature a stark contrast to the warm water. My heart was racing faster. Jason had one hand on my hip. The other was on his cock. He spat onto it, then shoved it in my hole.

“Fuck!” I moaned. He slid right in, with almost no resistance.

“Nice and loose,” he said. He pulled back, then thrust forward again.

“Fuuuck. It feels so good, Jason.”

“I bet,” he replied. “It’s just like I said. You love to serve. You’re a submissive whore, through and through, and I’m more than happy to treat you like one.” He thrusted again, causing me to yelp. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” His cock slammed into me again and again, his powerful thrusts pinning me to the shower wall.

“Say it,” he said. “In your own words.” Both hands were on my hips now, holding me firmly as he fucked my brains out for the third time this morning.

“I love it!” I yelled. “The humiliation. The degrading comments. All of it!”

“More!” he commanded. He was fucking me even harder now, if that was even possible.

“I love the constant denial and horniness that comes with it. I love the teasing. I love how my dick tries so desperately to get hard in this little cage.”

“I’m getting close,” he grunted. He was thrusting into me with everything he had. It felt so fucking good.

“I love how you dwarf my pathetic cock! And most of all, I love serving you!”

Jason slammed into my ass, burying himself deep inside me. He groaned, then I felt him shooting his load into me. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, that’s good.” He squeezed tighter on my hips. I could feel his body tense up as he came inside me, pressing my chest against the tile wall while he unloaded in my ass.

The whole situation made me so incredibly horny. Adding to it was the fact that this was already Jason’s third load of the day. I was going to be so full of cum by the time the day was done.

Jason’s cock slipped out of me. “Grant, would you be so kind as to grab me that marker?”

“Anything, love.” I maneuvered past him, running wet and naked through our apartment to retrieve the permanent marker he wanted. It was back in the kitchen, where he had marked me previously. I grabbed it and ran back, chilly and ready to be back under the warm water.

“Thanks, babe,” he said when I returned. “Now turn around and bend over for me.”

I did exactly that, feeling immensely pleased with myself as I felt the marker draw tally number three on my asscheek. As we finished up our shower, I wondered what else this day would have in store.